Chapter 431 - 409: Are You Willing to Climb onto Second Uncle Grant’s Bed?

Chloe Simpson just hid behind the door.

As soon as it opened, she gathered all her strength in her hands, raised the broom, and swung it towards the other person.

Unexpectedly, the other person easily sidestepped, dodging it effortlessly.

With a quick motion, they grabbed the broom from Chloe’s hands and pulled it back, causing her to fall forward.

But the man swiftly caught Chloe.

The familiar scent filled her nostrils, and Chloe was momentarily lost.

This scent was once so familiar.

They used to embrace each other every night.

If it isn’t Alexander Johnson, then who could it be?

With a "click," the light was turned on.

Sure enough, it was Alexander Johnson.

"Haha, Young Master Johnson breaks into my room in the dead of night, what do you plan to do? If you don’t have anything urgent, you’d better leave quickly. Otherwise, if the old man finds out, who knows how he’d use me as a scapegoat."

Chloe laughed coldly, breaking free from Alexander’s embrace.

"Chloe, what exactly is going on between you and Alan Johnson?"

Alexander seemed as if he hadn’t heard Chloe and just stared at her intensely with his questioning gaze.

Chloe was momentarily stunned, never dreaming that Alexander would break into her room in the middle of the night,

yet he was here to ask about the relationship between her and Alan Johnson.

Her heart beat rapidly a few times.

She clearly felt the fierce trembling deep within.

But, what does trembling matter?

The two of them are destined to be strangers in the future.

Chloe turned her back, not wanting Alexander to see her true expression.

"What’s the meaning behind this question, Young Master? Do you want to start over with me? Young Master, you now have a fiancée, and you’re about to get married soon."

"Didn’t you hear it clearly from behind the living room screen? I’ve already reached an agreement with the old man, your grandfather. How come the eloquent Young Master Johnson, future heir of the Johnson Clan Group, can’t handle this?"

"Or am I too charming, and no matter what, Young Master Johnson can’t let go of me, tossing and turning in sleepless nights, constantly thinking of me."

Chloe put on a flirtatious demeanor like a den of vice from ancient times, while Alexander grabbed her arm, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Chloe, answer me."

"Yes, I’ve had a change of heart and want to be with Second Uncle Grant. What? Is there a problem, Young Master? From the moment I negotiated with the old man, there’s no longer any relationship between us. Now I can be with whoever I want."

"Besides, being with you offers nothing but trouble, whereas being with Second Uncle Grant is different. He says he can give me everything I want."

Chloe spoke each word firmly and resolutely.

Alexander’s grip on her hand tightened, his eyes gradually turning blood-red: "Haha, everything you want, huh? What do you want?"

"Want inexhaustible money, endless jewels, countless designer clothes, or bags of luxurious brands that can’t be stored anywhere! Ah!"

Alexander pressed closer and closer, leaving Chloe retreating step by step, until she was cornered against the wall, with no way out.

She could only stand on tiptoe, leaning tightly against the wall, forcing a strong facade of a smile.

"What? Is it wrong to want these things? Alexander Johnson, I’m just a girl too. Why can’t I have the things other people have? Where am I lacking compared to others?"

"Do you think it’s all superficial and materialistic? But even after being together for so long, you never even gave me these superficial, materialistic things, so how dare you question me today?"

She spoke calmly, yet the pain had already reached her heart.

Stopping while loving someone is truly painful.

But prolonged pain is better than short pain.

What’s the point of continuing when you know there won’t be any results?

After finishing her words, she stared into Alexander’s eyes.

She saw the pain in Alexander’s eyes rise up little by little, then slowly fall down.

Finally, Alexander’s grip loosened, and without another word, he left in silence.

As the door closed, Chloe felt relieved.

Yet at the same time, deeply pained.

That night, Chloe sat limply by the door, sleepless throughout.

Until, finally unable to withstand it, she leaned against the door and drifted into a deep sleep.

The next morning, she was awakened by the housekeeper’s knocking from outside.

"Miss Simpson, the old man asked me to bring up breakfast."

"Okay."

Chloe quickly tidied herself up and got up to open the door.

"Miss Simpson, after you finish eating, just leave the dishes here. I’ll come back to clean up later."

The housekeeper entered, setting down the food before leaving.

"Hmm."

Chloe casually responded and after the housekeeper left, she thought about the events of the previous night.

She took out her phone and directly dialed the number of the mysterious man she collaborated with.

Some matters are better the sooner they are dealt with.

Otherwise, the longer the night, the more dreams one might have.

She feared any changes within herself.

Especially any changes because of Alexander Johnson.

"Hello."

She called just twice when it was quickly answered.

"Sir, did you see the message I sent you last night?"

Chloe urgently asked.

"I saw it. You said you’re willing to do anything, right?" The man responded.

"Yes." Chloe answered without a second thought, nodding directly.

But she never expected the man’s next words.

"Would you be willing to seduce Second Uncle Grant, Alan Johnson, and climb into his bed?"